I Frowed it away.

I have posted some of this on facebook, but my friend just got into blogging so I thought I would give it a try as well. I guess I should begin by saying that I was having some attachment issues when it came to my son. I was really holding on to a couple of things that in my mind still made him my baby. The biggest one is the bink. I guess it was a guilty pleasure that I hung on to because 2 of my favorite times of day was when Anderson would go to be and I would cuddle with him while he fell asleep and then get to just look at him and all the little boy faded and he was momma's baby. So every time we talked about taking it away, I had a reason why this was not a good time.
The other night I was in the tub and he Anderson came in and told me that he needed to go potty, he wanted some candy. I yelled at Ron, who came in put him on the potty, he pee peed and got his candy and we all yelled and hollered and jumped up and down.. he even clapped for himself for doing so well. The next day at his Nanny and PaPa's house, he pottied 6 times in the potty and when I came in the door to pick him up, he was screaming I go potty... I get candy... I wear big boy pants (pull ups) He was so proud of himself I almost started to cry.
With all this big boy talk I figured it was time for me to look at who really was "needing" the bink. I decided that we would talk about doing away with it over at Nanny's that night and we could all come up with something together. (I try to include them as much as possible on big things like that because they keep him during the day and I do everything I can to make is easy on them) So we all agree that it would be best just to go cold turkey, and Ron brought up starting that night. All the sudden I am stuttering and cant talk and my hands are sweating... I think OH CRAP. Tonight, I was like gearing up thinking we would start on a weekend or something, it never crossed my mind to start tonight. Well Nanny jumped right on that boat so we did. The first night he asked about at least 15 times, even named the color... I want the orange bink... we would say, we lost it.. We don't know where it went. Then he would say, ummm how bout blue. I want the blue bink. (I think to myself, ok if they can name the color of the bink they want maybe it is time.) We continue to tell him it is lost. He goes to bed fine that night, the next morning he cries for about 2 minutes then realized it was raining outside and was on to talking about how wet it is, it rainin hawd.. things of this nature. Did great at Nanny's went right down for a nap without the bink only to ask one time if was still "lost." Well last night his 2 uncles were in town so he didnt even think about it. He woke up this morning, which yesterday was the only time he cried for it, so I was prepared; but he sat up and said.. no bink? I said no baby, no bink. Remember, we lost it? He said nope. No bink. I frowed it away. I was trying to find an answer.. and then he said.. Matt-Matt and Unka still here? I was like yes... and he crawled down to go play. So that is the not so traumatic story of the end of the bink and the beginning of the big boy days!!!